Improv Post Three Week Three

This is an improv of the pastoral by Babette Deutsch called "Urban Pastoral."
What I wanted to carry through to my improv was the line "spring brightly traveling, summer half awake," and the sort of pattern of five accents per line...not sure if I got that right, but its worth a shot.

There's something in the fact that
spring travels. Bright and bubbly, while summer
is half awake. Its still covered in small blankets of
frost and expectation, deep underground like
unsprouted mushrooms. The wind marches,
a final call til the standstill of heat, the sun
over takes clouds and rain knows nothing
of the sky. Spring travels to avoid the war,
this peaceful battle of humans and nature,
where everyone wins and everyone loses.
A cow grazes the final patch of green,
he can't migrate like cardinals, only takes
the patch dealt. A farmer with a burning tan
runs his hand through a sweaty mop,
pondering, hoping for the grace of rain.